She is a touch of the sun

Think more and think more about who knows how to appreciate

Crisp, numb, numb to the bones. That's how the audience feels at the moment.

Song Xiaoshu is too demonic, talented, sang, and bewitching, he really dares to sing.

Director Chen Lijie said that he was going to kneel, this kid has no bottom, but he doesn't have a bottom line.

The sound processing has no bottom line, but the meaning of the lyrics is very high.

It's like singing a little girl who is just starting to fall in love.

Come on, be happy, have a lot of time anyway

"Wow, crispy with my computer screen. ”

"Pay attention to the bottom line!"

"What kind of bottom line do you want, the crispy has sunk into the abyss. ”

Come on, pretentious, there's a lot of scenery anyway

"It's crispy, and my ears are windy. ”

"It's so artificial!"

"I like it!"

Bai Wanli blushed inexplicably, this guy dares to sing anything, and sings in such a tune.

Tang Yumo's fingers had already reached Song Xiaoshu's armpit, and she hadn't moved for the time being, she still wanted to listen to what was going on.

Ahh

"I'll go, it's so itchy. ”

"Haha, crispy no longer has an image. ”

"Mom told me to stay away from Little Crispy. ”

"Dad snatched my little phone. ”

Generously fall in love with the appearance of love

Roundabout back to Meng Lang, who was obsessed with dreams

The more I panicked, the more I thought, the more I panicked, the more itchy, the more I scratched, the more itchy

"Poof, you've beaten me. ”

"Little Crispy, go find a girl to sing, you can't sing enough. ”

When Song Xiaoshu saw this, he immediately expressed dissatisfaction, "I'm like this, you still don't have enough taste!"

"How demanding are you?"

"It's not that I'm too demanding, it's just that the crispy is too disobedient. ”

"I don't want to have an image of the crispy, why do you want copyright? Find someone to sing it. ”

"Why do I think Crispy sings so well?"

"You're an elementary school student, go get homework. ”

Professor Zhang saw Song Xiaoshu's itch more thoroughly.

"What a freedom, but also how lonely. The words are so well written. The singing method is also good, and I didn't smash the singing. ”

Professor Zhang is a professional, and it is not easy to make Professor Zhang feel satisfied. Song Xiaoshu wants to know Professor Zhang's evaluation, and it is estimated that he will be happy for a long time.

"The task is complete, everyone is going to say that I sing well?" Song Xiaoshu found that his wife's hand had left his skin and took a big breath.

"It's good, fat but not greasy. Tang Yumo said.

"My husband is amazing, reward him quickly. Song Xiaoshu begged for rewards.

"Wood. A bite of dog food spread far along the Internet.

also spread far, far away, and the itch of Song Xiaoshu's plagiarism.

"Thank you, and invite our little milk cat and little candy to a song. "Song Xiaoshu looked at the time, call the little candy first, and then go to bed after singing.

"Friends who like Yumo's live broadcast room, please pay attention, the original songs can't be sung. Thank you. I'll withdraw first. ”

"Crispy stays. ”

"Let's go. ”

"Crispy is finally gone, and I suddenly miss the oriole very much. ”

"And snails. ”

"Let's stew in an iron pot. ”

After the audience in the live broadcast room was devastated by an itch, they loved and hated Song Xiaoshu, many people liked this song, and many people didn't like it.

But whether you like this song or not, you can't say no to Song Xiaoshu.

People do a good job of proposition essays, and they can't find faults.

So the crispy is amazing! I still have to like the crispy.

Little Candy couldn't wait to run to her mother's side, she had learned the little donkey, how could she let her sing it now.

At night, I had to ride the poop for ten laps.

Song Xiaoshu's accompaniment to the little donkey is super simple, just like the song on the earth.

But for a three-and-a-half-year-old candy, this little donkey is still very difficult.

Unexpectedly, after a little donkey sang it, Tang Yumo didn't have to take her, and the little candy actually finished singing it by herself.

The cute little candy clicked the little brain melon to the rhythm, attracting a cheer.

"Mother-in-law begged to be brought. ”

"Ask for maintenance. ”

"Ask for an address, I'm going to rob someone. ”

"Wow, there is also a cute baby performance, this live broadcast room is so powerful. "You can tell it's a newcomer at first glance.

"This song is much more elegant than just now, and the itch is simply an insult to words. "The second-year champion of liberal arts.

"There's going to be something upstairs. ”

"Downstairs snorting melon seeds. ”

"It's ticklish, come and kill him. ”

The rain of rain and ink is so strong that the entry of the little champion is instantly submerged.

Song Xiaoshu took the little candy down to sleep, and the little candy shouted that I still want to sing.

After Lu Zhen's father and mother went up to sing separately, Song Xiaoshu came back.

I was ridden by a little candy for a long time, and my back hurt and my knees hurt, which was really a happy trouble.

"Husband, the audience wants us to announce our Weibo account. Tang Yumo called Song Xiaoshu over, "What should I do?"

"Yes, aren't you, friends. Song Xiaoshu feels that there is no need to hide this, otherwise when it is not live, where will the fans toss?

"Yes, it should have been announced a long time ago, we have to go through it many times, and Xiao Momo is actually hiding. ”

"Capture Weibo and wait for it to be made public. ”

"Attack together, sit together. ”

"Okay, we have a lot of posts on Weibo, I hope you don't dislike it. Tang Yumo saw that Song Xiaoshu advocated openness, so it would be good to make it public.

"Shumo, it's mine. Tang Yumo first opened his Weibo and pulled it to the live broadcast box for the audience to see.

"Tang Shu, this is my husband's. ”

"Hey, I feel like the smell of books is strong. ”

"Crispy doesn't match. ”

"Who is saying bad things about me?" Song Xiaoshu disagreed with such remarks, "How talented and temperamental I am, I am a super connotative Tang book, how worthy of my family's Yumo." ”

"Crispy bragging. ”

"Crispy writes poetry. ”

"Crispy is laughing. ”

"Can you write about people who itch, do you still have connotation?"

"I see the little champion again, isn't it good to write itchy?"

"I've seen it too, and the liberal arts are amazing. ”

"The little champion is here to smash the field. ”

Song Xiaoshu naturally saw it, and dared to say that he had no connotation? Disgusted with his itch? Aren't you afraid of being slapped in the face by me?

"Thank you for liking it, and thank you for not liking it. Song Xiaoshu said that he could fight.

"Turnip greens have their own love, a poem to express the feelings at this time. ”

The lyrics of the Tang and Song dynasties were in the same style, and they were light and thin

Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers are not wasted

Song Xiaoshumo changed Du Fu's play to six quatrains.

"Okay, happy times, how to do it without showing off, a poem waiting for everyone to make up. ”

Bright moonlight in front of the bed xxxxx

Raise your head and look at the bright moon xxxxx

"Crispy is busy, how can you only publish half a poem?"

"I've heard of words and sentences, but I've never heard of poems. ”

"Crispy is so talented, and I feel that Crispy's poems are very old. ”

"It's not old, it's rotten. ”

"It's better to sing. ”

"Itch or poetry?"

"Upstairs is like it!"

"Poetry!"

"Love Poems!"

Song Xiaoshu looked at the crooked building, and hurriedly corrected: "The poem is here." ”

The bright color of Aijun Furong Chanjuan is hard to get

Pity Jun Bingyu is clear-hearted, and his feelings are not extremely deep

The food of the Lang Dynasty is the same as the brocade of the mandarin duck at night

Kindness and grace are not parting, so that people are not confused and sad

Troubled heart

Tears like snow

The cold lamp is tired of dreams, and feels lovesick and has gray hair

If Yingying Han water can be crossed, it is a pity that Lingbo Buluo socks

The beauty and beauty are returning, and don't fly to the balcony in the twilight rain